jueves, 16 de diciembre de 2010

Sharing with Mr. Stevens.

"Miles from nowhere 
I guess I'll take my time 
Oh yeah, to reach there" 

"Look up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there. "

"Lord my body has been a good friend 
But I won't need it when I reach the end" 

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass"
" I don't want no God on my lawn;
Just a flower I can help along,
'Cause the soul of nobody knows
How a flower grows."

"Yes, I'm like him, just like you, I can't tell you what to do.
Like everybody else I'm searching thru what I've heard."

"Where do you go? When you don't want no one to know?"

"What's my sex, what's my name, all in all it's all the same.
Everybody plays a different game, that is all.
Now, man may live, man may die searching for the question why.
But if he tries to rule the sky he must fall."

"I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you 
I'm always thinking of you, but my words
just blow away, just blow away "

"I'm always walking with you, but I look and you're not there 
Whoever I'm with, I'm always, always talking to you "

"Cause out on the edge of darkness,
there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, 
come take me home again"

"Now I've been crying lately, 
thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating,
why can't we live in bliss"
"You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breaking my heart in two"

"Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by, just upon a smile"

"She hangs her head and cries on my shirt
She must be hurt very badly
Tell me what's making you sadly?"

"Lost in a hall, she can't hear me
Though I know she likes to be near me"

"I know many fine feathered friends 
but their friendliness depends on how you do. 
They know many sure fired ways 
to find out the one who pays 
and how you do. "

"Don't want to work away 
Doin' just what they all say
"Work hard boy and you'll find
One day you'll have a job like mine" "

""Be wise, look ahead 
Use your eyes" he said 
"Be straight, think right" 
But I might die tonight!"

"And we all know it's better
Yesterday has past
now let's all start the living
for the one that's going to last"

"When the clouds have all gone
there will be no more rain
and the beauty of all things
is uncovered again"

"Don't you feel the day is coming
and it won't be too soon
when the people of the world
can all live in one room"

"I know we've come a long way, 
We're changing day to day, 
But tell me, where do the children play? " 

"Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas."

"But will you keep on building higher 
'til there's no more room up there? "

"Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die? "

"Where I'll end up well I think, 
only God really knows "

"I listen to my words but
they fall far below
I let my music take me where
my heart wants to go "

"I swam upon the devil's lake 
But never, never never never 
I'll never make the same mistake "

"And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
And if I ever lose my eyes - Oh,
I won't have to cry no more"

"Did it take long to find me
I ask the faithful light"

"It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy. 
You're still young, that's your fault, 
There's so much you have to know. "

"How can I try to explain, when I do he turns 
away again. 
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment 
I could talk I was ordered to listen. "

"All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, 
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away."

domingo, 12 de diciembre de 2010


By: Carla Sierra Arzuffi

  I frequently stop, just stop, and think about life. I think everyone should do that. About their lives, other peoples lives, choices. You cant go through this thing we called living with a blindfold in your eyes, I mean you can, but its not something to be proud of, it feels great when you start to see things in a different way. I learned to do that thanks to the hunt. My body and brain experimented new things that I didn't even believe it was possible.

It very dark outside, our house is in the middle of the forest, we own the forest, its a big forest, miles and miles of trees, of freedom. What is freedom anyway? Im feeling very philosophical right now, perhaps is the scotch or the fact that somewhere not very far from where I am right now Rose is thinking of me, as I am thinking of her. 

Rose, sweet Rose. I remember the first time I saw her, we locked eyes at the exact moment, and I knew I just knew I had to know her, that we were meant for each other, and I don't mean in a romantic-lovey-dovey way, I just knew, something was there, stronger than anything I ever felt before. Sounds crazy right? It is a little bit crazy, the whole situation is fucking mental. 

Maybe its time for me to read the book. It has been there waiting for me for a really long time, but I haven't been able to read it, everything will change if I do it. The book. 
I have known the secret about the book since I was 13 years old, but I knew then that I was not ready, that I had to try other things first, try to live a normal life.
I have been trying so hard to hold on to that, I´ve slipped a few times, several, by hunting with Rose. But still, reading it now, before my wedding, I would have to give everything up, everything I know as normal, my normal life.

Hey?! What the hell is wrong with me?! I thought I had already made a choice, when I proposed to blondie. It was a statement, to try to live the perfect life, the human society implied life. Get married, have kids, live in a big house with dog-car-wife-golf-family-work-money-andallofthat.
 My parents want that for me, it is what they did, just looking around this room makes me want to puke. The book is here. I know where it is. Rose is out there. The hunt awaits.

She told me to never let her go. And I did, and I didn't. 

I walk slowly toward the bookshelf where I know I will find it. 

To be continued...... 

sábado, 11 de diciembre de 2010


Part one
By: Carla Sierra Arzuffi

Rose was a very good hunter. She would always hit the target with an eagle-like accuracy. She challenged me 2 days before my wedding day. The last bet was on.
I could have said no, but I could not. I mean, it was Rose, ROSE! The girl of my dreams. 
Well, she used to be. Something had changed, right? I mean I was getting married to the other girl of my dreams, the bubbly ever happy blondie. 

While I was moiling all of this shit in my head over and over again I was called for supper. My parents like traditions, like most parents do. We always have dinner at 7:00pm, not one minute earlier, not one minute late. I still live with my parents, well that is a stupid and obvious thing to say. 
Debussy is playing on the background, the sound of forks and knives clashing in the plates is distracting, I am having one of those slow motion moments you only see in movies. The mouth of my mom moving slowly as she perfectly chews her stake, my dad carefully sipping his wine so he wont spill it in his brand new polo shirt. This is all very distracting. I have a choice to make, a difficult one I must say. 

Am I going to quickly with things? I don't even know if you are following me. Its just the way my brain works, things happen pretty quickly there, here.  
I have changed, over the last year, since I met blondie. Why do I keep calling my fiance blondie? She indeed is very blond. 
This wine tastes cheap, Rose would like it, she likes cheap things. 
I could hunt one last time, in my heart I know I really want to, specially with Rose, damn she is good, she is damn good, God damn it, damn Rose, damn Blondie, Hell yeah I wanna hunt. 
Wow my dad is now looking at me in a funny way, can he hear what Im thinking, does he know? How could he know?, he is not a mind reader. Did I said the word "damn" aloud? Im not allowed to curse, at least not in front of my parents, or blondie, Rose likes it when I curse. She curses a lot too. Is he still looking at me?
Nope he is done. 
Ok if my dad is a mind reader he will look up  if I curse again. Lets try it.
One, two, three.
Ok, nice experiment, now I know my dad is not a mind reader, he did not look up once.

Back to Rose, she is pretty, in a weird way, not an obvious kind of beauty as blondie, she has this way of looking sexy as hell when she cries, Rose does, Is that even possible? 
I think crying is hot, in a woman, real tears, not fake ones like the ones my mother fakes when she does not get her way. She is a very stubborn woman.

Chopin is playing now, I like this song. Such a nice rhythm, easy going, like Rose. 

Im getting married. Tomorrow! Today is my last chance at hunting with Rose, if I agree, and Im not saying I will, but if I do I will have to meet her at the "strikes rock" next to the river at 12:00. I still have time to decide. Specially if this slow motion thing keeps going on.  

This new song reminds me of blondie, she wanted to dance at our wedding to the Taylor Swift song "Love Story", that would be lame, of course I said no in a very proper gentlemen way but in my head it was like NO FRIGGIN` WAY BIAAACTH!. 
"You´ll be the prince, I´ll be the princess", hell no! 

The best thing about hunting is the adrenaline you get, when finally after hours of searching you find the prey you want, you close your eyes, let the air go trough your lungs tasting it, the forest, your prey, then exhale quietly. This rush fires your body, it fills you completely, you cant stop, you know what you have to do, your eyes are fixed in the target and you just have to let go. The feeling of conquering, of winning, of life parting quietly, of a last breath. 

There is no more food on my plate, my parents are also finished. The maid comes and takes what is left away. I excuse myself and go to the library, I know my parents wont go there after dinner, I open the bottle of old scotch and pour myself a good 2 fingers of it. 
I can feel her, the touch of her hand running in my neck softly. I am getting goosebumps. My old chair is still there, as always. Blondie once sat there without my permission, like it was hers already, that is what marriage is all about right? What is mine is now yours, or something like that. 
I don't wanna give up my chair, I love that chair, I don't wanna share it, its mine. 
This scotch is so good, perfect I might say. 
Crap. I forgot to call blondie. I always call her after dinner, its our tradition, it was her idea. Well, I don't feel like talking to her anyway, let her call me if she really wants to talk. Right?

I want to hunt. I need to hunt. I thought I could forget that part of me, forget Rose, but I cant. 
How can you erase something that satisfying out of your head. Happiness, how to forget happiness? 

To be continued......